The Return Of The Crazy Demon sky MTL - chapter 80
Ch 80
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“It’s not surprising anymore.”
I stared blankly at Baek So-ah and Black Major, who passed out without my permission.
During the Guangma era, I have beaten female Madou who are famous for their evil deeds, but I have never hit and killed a woman who is much weaker than me.
What’s more, to test my conscience in my weakest state by fainting.
Suddenly, I remembered the facial expressions of several female maders, and compared them with the contemplation of two fainted women.
The wicked do not differentiate between men and women.
However, the characteristic of female Maddus is that they do not have good luck on their faces. Most of the time, color is seen in places where there is good fortune.
It’s not because they reveal men, but because of the Mugong they learn.
This is because female Maddus who have mastered Chaeyangboeum, such as bisexuality, often forcibly take away the spirits of boys and young people to keep them young.
The problem is that even when they were fighting against each other in the Gwangma era, they were experts who had been fighting for a long time, so they are opponents that should not be overlooked even if they are facing each other now.
I watched closely, wondering if the fainted Baek So-ah and Black Major were the young Madhus I knew in a previous life. If it were them, I was planning to beat them to death in advance on the spot.
“Not you.”
I grabbed Baek So-ah and Black Major by the collar, sat them down, and slapped them on the cheek one by one.
squash! slap!
“You’re lucky.”
The two fainted came to their senses little by little.
“There are still people out there”
They were heading towards the stadium shouting “Fire!”, but there was no danger of spreading into a big fire. This is because, in the first place, the stadium is an independent structure and a structure with a hollow below the center.
As soon as they opened their eyes, the tears flowed again.
“Stop crying.”
I said as I went to the corner and washed my face lightly.
“You’d better close your snout before throwing it into the fire pit.”
After washing my face, I set the chair down in front of the bed and sat down to stare at the two of them.
Since I am a kind man by nature, I explained the background of the fire game.
“Narakhoe disappeared. Dongbangyeon died, ordinary soldiers died, and old suits died. There were many other deaths. You too, if you ascend to heaven and don’t want to set up a cloud rainbow gambling hall with those who fell behind first, answer the question well. Okay?”
The two responded briefly to see if the ahyeol was resolved.
“Yes.”
“I made a promise to Goo Yang-bok and manly. If I win the entire Na-Rak Club, I will have everything. As you can see, I won, and Goo Yang-Bok cried out for Gaepyeong and ascended to heaven. I’m worried that I will have to stop gambling in heaven. Please take a moment to pray for the recovery of the old suit.”
I said as I fumbled around the arms where I put the flash dagger.
“Do you want to be silent when you pull out your sword?”
“I’ll do it.”
I watched the two of them meditate with their eyes closed. Black Major’s eyes were trembling, and Baek So-Ah, with her eyes closed, was dripping with a runny nose.
“Now open your eyes.”
I asked the two people who opened their eyes in a positive tone.
“Are you going to a good place?”
Black Major and White Soa answered at the same time.
“Yes.”
I retorted while sulking.
“No. It can’t be.”
“It takes one or two people to go to a good place. You can’t go to a good place. I’m right, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Since he died in fire, he must have gone straight to the entrance to Hell. Tomorrow, my subordinates will come with carts and wagons. You can blow as soon as you know where the old suit has hidden his wealth so that my subordinates can cleanly collect the funds of the abyss. Please cooperate to make it happen. Can you do it?”
“Yes, I can.”
“Okay. Let’s take a break. If you take the opportunity to run away because you’re out of blood… you know? Rainbow Gambling.”
Baek So-ah said.
“Isn’t the fire spreading outside?”
“Fire? That’s right. I’ll stop the flames.”
“Can’t you just release us?”
“Shut up. Fighting the flames comes first.”
I got up, pulled down the curtains of the phoenix VIP room, and went outside. Of course, the flames are rising only in the stadium. I walked through the chaotic streets and walked into the empty merry-go-round.
I couldn’t see a jopal, and the white wine that I had not touched was still there. Of course, all the uninhabited members of the Narakhoe have disappeared.
Just as I sent the Daily Report to the Black Myobang, it seems that Jopal Jeomsoi went to Nammyunghoe with the booklet of Goo Yangbok.
I mumbled after rolling up my sleeves.
“Shall we take a look at the gambling king’s residence?”
I went inside and passed through a narrow hallway, and after looking around places like the kitchen, Soi’s room, and warehouse, I arrived at the end of the hallway.
A thick iron gate that did not match the guest cup was standing there explicitly.
Since I didn’t take the key from the corpse, I took out a flash dagger and heated it with salt. He slowly pushed the glowing red flashing dagger into the keyhole, then backed off and kicked the iron gate.
kwaang!
A large room, similar in size to the entire guesthouse, appeared. Looking around, the gambling king’s residence was nothing more than a large prison. This is because the owner of the house did not leave the house to keep the money he had accumulated.
“The gambler king has lived without worth.”
The interior was full of all sorts of expensive-looking household items and collectibles.
How could this be a luxury that the owner of a guest cup can collect? I was not interested in antiques or objects of aesthetic value, so I just looked around.
When I went to the desk Gu Yangbok was using, there was a booklet that had been cut off while writing.
“Narakhoe was attacked by some madman. The level of Mugong can’t be measured, and various techniques didn’t work, and I know the details of the Narakhoe. I’ve never asked for help while supporting Nammyunghoe, both physically and mentally.”
The book was written up to here, and an ink line was drawn in the center.
Suddenly, I looked at the wall on the right side of the desk and saw six portraits of someone hanging on it. The first through the fifth were unknown characters, but the last portrait was easily recognizable.
Nammyeong Hoeju Namgarak (南佳峈).
It seems that Narakhoe has sponsored the past Nammyunghoeju for six people.
I stared at Namgarak’s portrait for a moment. Of course, he knew the name and the face, but he had never competed in person, so he had to rely on information and memory.
“He was suddenly killed by Go Soo while he was doing well, but who was Go Soo? It wasn’t Gwangseung, ah, the nameless assassin.”
The man who killed Nam Garak was not shy and was buried for a long time as if he had fallen into a labyrinth, but Nam Myung-hoe, who lost Hoeju, declared the beast as the assassin group Ilwidogang (一葦渡江) and declared an all-out war.
Then the Nammyunghoe collapsed.
However, Kangho talked more about the defeated Nam Myung-hoe.
This is partly because the victorious Ilwidogang suffered heavy blows, and also because Nammyunghoe waged a bloody war against the fairly powerful Ilwidogang.
Because they are crazy people who fight until the group is destroyed, it was necessary to think about how to deal with Nammyunghoe.
The case of Ilwidogang killing Nammyunghoeju was also useless as it had to wait several years.
I suddenly removed Namgarak’s portrait from the wall. He also took off all the rest of the portraits, threw them on the floor, and looked at the wall. Near the center, obscured by six portraits, there was an iron gate that looked like a secret safe.
It was an unusual iron door with no keyholes or locks in sight. I looked at the walls and ceiling, then followed an imaginary line and looked at the desk again. No matter how you look at it, it was a structure that had no choice but to open it with an engine device connected to the desk.
After opening and closing the desk drawer one by one, I grabbed the inkstone on the desk and tried to lift it, but it didn’t move. When I gently pressed the inkstone as it was, I felt a pretty strong reaction force.
I pressed the inkstone with a suitable combination of external force and tension.
Then, from somewhere, a rustling sound rang out.
When I went to the wall and pushed the iron door, the iron door opened to the outside with a click sound, followed by another sound of machinery.
As soon as I heard the sound of the wind, I stepped aside. The steel needle fired from the inside of the iron gate flew off and hit the opposite wall.
Whoops!
What the hell was he hiding to prepare for such a shit?
When I looked inside from a little further away, I saw a thin lump of iron cut in a bizarre way. I couldn’t touch it blindly, so I brought a lamp from the desk and lit it up.
“Well…….”
I thought it was gold, but it’s black.
The surface looked rough and hard.
I took out a flash dagger and pushed it in, then pulled out an unidentified piece of iron and brought it to the desk. After making sure that no poison had been applied to the surface, he drew the surface of the metal with the tip of a flash dagger.
Although it was drawn finely as if it were engraving a letter, the tip of the flash dagger was not pierced at all.
“It’s Hyun-cheol.”
Goo Yang-bok, who had already paid a lot of money, would not have had the heart to donate even Hyeon-cheol to the Nammyunghoe. I was curious as to where I got this again, but the person to ask is already dead.
I moved the flat iron in the iron gate onto the desk. A small booklet and a black ring could be seen behind it, but I looked at Hyun-cheol first.
Something came to mind, so I adjusted the shape with a flashing dagger and it turned into a black long sword.
It’s truly astonishing.
I wasn’t surprised because this was a long sword made of string iron, I was more curious about how it was split.
What kind of master in the world can cut a sword made of iron in pieces like this?
Not only my crazy days, but even the top-ranking players who were stronger than me would not be able to cut Hyun-cheol to this level.
Perhaps the old suit was trying to melt all of this and make a new weapon.
However, the reason why they were only kept here is now unknown.
I’m not an iron craftsman, but this looks like something from at least a few hundred years ago. Usually, there is a perception that weapons made of string iron are never cut, but after seeing this result, I changed the stereotype anew. There is no instance in the world where things are never cut off.
Perhaps the owner of the long sword was a great master.
But when that sturdy long sword broke, the owner would have died too. The beliefs he had in his heart would have been broken. It was then that I understood to some extent what Gwangseung had said to me.
“If your beliefs are broken, you too are dead, so there is no need to worry.”
“What do you mean?”
“Literally.”
Rather, it sounded like a saying that it would be difficult to elevate Muhak to a higher level if you were very particular about the military rank. It was then that I realized that Gwangseung’s words should be interpreted differently according to my experience and skills. Perhaps in my previous life, I did not understand half of Kwangseung’s words.
I took out the booklet and the ring inside the iron door again, put it on the desk, and read the thin book first.
One Great Swordsman and Guyang Dance.
Heavy Sword (武極重劍).
I smiled as soon as I saw the next sentence.
“In Guyang Mugeuk, I competed against me seven times without any prestige, and I lost all of them. He was a man with great self-esteem, but the strong will win anyway. I was blunt about the outcome because I already knew I was going to win before the match. However, the old-fashioned martial arts did not accept this. He didn’t even ask me the cause of the defeat. I understand the feelings of strong people, but how can I explain that the old-fashioned martial arts are not progressing to the next stage because of that mind? Eventually, when I pointed out his shortcomings, the reply came that it was too late to learn again. My opinion is different. How can you be late and fast in learning? But I also know that things don’t go as planned. When I frankly told him that I had only competed in a stronghold a few times in response to the question of Guyang Mugeuk, he was even more shocked. I didn’t mean to drown him in QiGong Deviation, but in Guyang Mugeuk, he only trained his sword for a long time, and his mind training didn’t reach the level of swordsmanship at all. Strong people often do this. At the request of Guyangmugeuk, who is dying without being able to overcome the wounds of his heart, I briefly summarize the martial arts swordsmanship that I faced. A person who has obtained swordsmanship should use it for the right thing. It prophesies that the word will be miserable if it is used for the wrong thing.
A sage (記性子).”
It was the same tone as written in Geumgu Soyo Gong’s secret book, so I noticed while reading that it was a book written by a veteran.
The reason the old suit hides this is simple.
The level of martial arts of the established masters is too high.
Gu Yangbok is not a martial arts that one can dare to overcome, so even if you read it, you would not have known what it meant. Moreover, he must have also taken to heart the prophecy that the words would be miserable if they were used for the wrong thing.
However, there is no one in the stronghold of the time who understands the established people more than I do.
Therefore, the swordsmanship of Guyangmugeuk would be a swordsmanship that only I could surely understand in the world.
I suddenly had this thought.
To challenge the established person who invented the Geumgu Soyo Gong seven times… … .
Old-fashioned dance, how strong were you?